Can I get to the other side?

After this court meeting, everyone in the government and the public was discussing Zhen's corruption and the murder of the imperial envoy, because the news was so shocking.

Since taking over the financial power, the Zhen family has begun to develop steadily. She has a high reputation in both the government and the public, and she has the appearance of becoming the head of the family.

However, no one expected that such a big case would be revealed just when the Zhen family was at its peak.

Many people are curious about how the emperor will deal with the Zhen family in the end, as well as Zhen Mi, who was born in the Zhen family, was pregnant with the dragon heir not long ago, and has great hopes of being established as the queen.

Some aristocratic families are even starting to get ready to take action, thinking about whether to take this opportunity to inflict insults on the Zhen family and seek benefits from it.

The whole Yecheng city was in turmoil because of Zhen's case.

But Liu Xie didn't pay attention to this, because on the second day after Zhen Mi returned to the palace, she fell ill.

Imperial Palace, inside Qingli Palace.

Zhen Mi was lying on the bed, her pretty face was very pale, she was still coughing, and her lips looked bloodless.

Beside the bed, Hua Tuo was taking her pulse.

Liu Xie, on the other hand, was waiting at the side, with unconcealed anxiety between his brows, looking at Zhen Mi worriedly.

Not long after, Hua Tuo finished diagnosing Zhen Mi's pulse. He then asked, "May I ask, sir, are there any elders in the family who died of the cold?"

"Ahem..."

Zhen Guiren was very weak at this time. Hearing this, he replied softly: "My mother and brother both died of cold. Is this related to my illness?"

Hua Tuo smiled faintly and said: "There is a certain connection, but not much. No need to worry too much, noble man."

"Your body is weak, and you will catch the cold after a long journey. You just need to rest assured and cultivate."

Hearing this, Zhen Mi still felt uneasy and asked nervously: "Will this disease affect the child in my belly?"

What she was worried about was not her own safety, but the fetus in her belly, which was more important to her than her life.

Hua Tuo smiled and said: "Of course not, noble man is overly worried."

Zhen Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Seeing this, Liu Xie stepped forward and said, "You are sick right now, so don't think about it so much. Resting and recuperating is the most important thing."

Zhen Mi nodded meekly.

Liu Xie stayed with her for a while, and then left the palace, while Hua Tuo still did not leave and was waiting outside the palace.

"Sir, how is Zhen Guiren's condition?"

Liu Xie came up and asked Hua Tuo.

When Hua Tuo was checking Zhen Mi's pulse, he noticed that Hua Tuo's brows were furrowed. He had never seen Hua Tuo show such an expression before when checking Zhen Mi's pulse.

Coupled with Hua Tuo's deliberate questioning afterwards, he immediately realized that Zhen Mi's condition might not be that simple.

Sure enough, after hearing Liu Xie's words, Hua Tuo sighed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, your illness is quite serious."

"I just checked your pulse and found that your infection was not wind-cold, but wind evil entering the lungs, which is a lung disease."

"It is difficult for ordinary doctors to detect the difference between the two. Treating it with wind and cold will make the lung disease worse and eventually cause death."

"The reason why I asked you about the situation at home is because the cold should not cause such a serious lung disease. It can only be the root of the disease inherited from the elders."

"And that's exactly what happened."

Hua Tuo was worthy of being a contemporary miracle doctor. He confirmed the true cause of Zhen Mi's illness just by taking Zhen Mi's pulse and asking a few simple questions.

"Then sir, are you sure it can be cured?"

Liu Xie asked, feeling very worried.

The most difficult thing in treating a disease is to find the root cause, but now that the root cause has been found, Hua Tuo is not at all relaxed, which makes him feel bad.

Hua Tuo sighed: "It is naturally not difficult to treat lung diseases, but the problem is that if strong medicine is given, it will definitely hurt the dragon's heir in the belly, and even cause miscarriage."

"Based on your current physical condition, a miscarriage may be life-threatening. I really don't dare to diagnose and treat it easily."

One sentence immediately made Liu Xie's heart sink.

He understood why Hua Tuo was in such trouble.

Because if he let go to treat Zhen Mi, he would definitely hurt the fetus in the abdomen, and even lead to the death of both mother and child. Hua Tuo did not dare to bear such responsibility.

"What if we just save Zhen Guiren's life?"

Liu Xie asked without hesitation, in his eyes, how could an unborn child be compared to the person on his pillow who stays with him day and night?

What's more, Zhen Mi would not have contracted the disease if she had rested her mind and cultivated in Wuji County. It was entirely because she sent Fa Zheng back that she got sick.

This time Zhen Mi also stood firmly on his side regarding Zhen's treatment. For such a lover, how could he sit back and watch her die of illness?

"Disaster."

Hua Tuo still shook his head and said: "I can only do my best. First, warm your body with decoction and medicine, and then treat it."

"But... I can't guarantee success."

Liu Xie was silent for a moment, and then said: "Sir, just rest assured and get him treated. How can I be a foolish king who doesn't know right from wrong?"

"I can assure you that no matter what the outcome is, I will not blame you."

Liu Xie understood Hua Tuo's concerns, so he made a promise in advance to dispel his worries and let him treat Zhen Mi with confidence and boldness.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hua Tuo nodded, but he suddenly remembered something and said to Liu Xie: "Your Majesty, there is a person whose medical skills are far superior to those of me. If you can invite this person to the palace, you may be able to protect the noble and your unborn child." ”

"Oh? Who is it?"

Liu Xie's eyes suddenly lit up, and the hope that had been extinguished in his heart began to burn again.

Hua Tuo said: "This man's surname is Zhang Mingji and his given name is Zhongjing. He is a contemporary medical master. In terms of medical skills, no one in the world can surpass him."

"I had contact with him for a period of time when I traveled around the world in my early years. His medical skills are at the pinnacle."

"A few years ago, I had an exchange of letters with him. Now he seems to be living in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and writing books."

Zhang Zhongjing!

Liu Xie was shocked by this name. If Hua Tuo hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that this medical sage existed in this era!

"If Zhang Zhongjing is here, then Zhen Mi and the child may really be saved..."

Liu Xie was very excited. Zhang Zhongjing could be revered as a medical saint. Needless to say, Zhang Zhongjing's medical skills were not lower than those of Hua Tuo!

Regarding Zhen Mi's safety, Liu Xie did not dare to hesitate and quickly found Jia Xu and asked him to send a message to Zhang Liao who was stationed in Chang'an to go to Zhongnan Mountain to look for Zhang Zhongjing.

…

Zhongnan Mountain is located south of Chang'an.

The place is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round and is evergreen all year round. Countless great scholars and sages have lived in seclusion here. Legend has it that some people have seen immortals here, so it is also called the Fairy Mountain.

And deep in the mountains, a cabin is located here.

Outside the house there is a peach tree, several vegetable gardens, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is very pleasant, like a paradise.

The climate inside the mountain and outside the mountain are very different. Although the weather outside is cold, the climate inside the mountain is still suitable and there is not a trace of snow.

In the small house, an old man in a hemp robe with white beard and hair opened the window, and a slightly cold wind suddenly blew in his face.

"Spring is about to begin..."

The old man looked at the white patch of mountains in the distance outside the house and said to himself, looking slightly dazed.

It is said that there are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the years are unknown.

He had forgotten how many winters he had lived in the Zhongnan Mountains. After all, the four seasons were the same as usual in the mountains, and time did not mean much to him.

The old man withdrew his gaze, spread out a few rolls of white paper on the desk, dipped a pen in some ink and began to write seriously.

From time to time, he put down his pen and meditated, or picked up a book to read it. More than an hour passed and he only wrote a few sentences. The progress was not slow.

"Master—Master—!"

Just as the old man was flipping through the book, a shout came, attracting the old man's attention.

I saw a young man wearing a cotton-padded jacket walking down the mountain road with a bag on his back, his head covered with sweat.

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The young man walked into the house, put the bag on the table, ran to the water tank and drank a ladle of water before he regained his breath.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but put down his pen and said with a smile: "My teacher usually asks you to practice Wuqinxi more to strengthen your body, but you don't take it seriously. Even walking on a mountain road is so strenuous."

"This is a physical training method created by Hua Yuanhua. It is quite unique."

"You see, my master has now reached the age where he knows his destiny. He still walks as fast as he can when he goes into the mountains to collect herbs. This is the result of training.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man smiled and scratched his head and said, "Next time, I will definitely practice hard next time.

After saying that, he came close to the old man and saw the manuscript on the old man's table. He couldn't help but said: "Master, you have been writing "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" for so many years. Haven't you finished it yet?"

"What kind of heavenly book is this? It took so long to write."

He vaguely remembered seeing his master writing this medical book many years ago, but he still had not finished it after so many years.

This made him feel very puzzled.

Hearing the young man's words, the old man smiled, and then said to him seriously: "You need to be cautious when practicing medicine, and you need to be even more cautious when writing medical books."

"What I wrote for my teacher will be passed down to future generations. If there is even the slightest mistake, it may cost the lives of countless people. How can we be careless?"

"Even if I can't finish this "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" before I can finish it, I still have to make sure there are no mistakes."

Hearing this, the young man was unconvinced and said: "Master, your medical skills are the best in the world. Is there anyone with better medical skills than you in this world? How could you make a mistake?

If others heard what the young man said, they would definitely be shocked.

This old man is none other than Zhang Zhongjing, the number one medical expert in the world!

And this young man is his disciple. Of course, he is not a disciple of the mantle, he is just an ordinary disciple.

He was a child of a wealthy businessman whom he casually rescued in his early years. Later, after his parents repeatedly insisted on pleading, he kept him by his side to serve him.

After all, not everyone can become his disciple, and it is difficult for ordinary people to pass on his medical skills.

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."

Zhang Zhongjing smiled and didn't take it seriously.

The world is vast, and the path of medicine is even more vast and profound. He has only glimpsed a corner of it, so how dare he claim to be infallible.

Even though he could not claim that there was no fallacy in Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases, it was the result of his lifelong learning and experience. It surpassed most doctors in the world and was destined to become a classic.

He does not ask the world to regard his prescription as a model, but hopes that someone will continue to find mistakes and correct them.

"What's the situation in Chang'an now?"

Zhang Zhongjing asked.

The young man told him about the situation outside the mountain when he last entered the mountain. The soldiers and horses of the imperial court were attacking Ma Chao and it seemed that they were about to fight back.

He was originally an official in Changsha, but later the incident of the real and fake emperor caused a stir in the world, so he resigned and went into seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain, where he lived and wrote books for several years.

"Of course the imperial troops won the battle!"

When this matter was mentioned, the young man suddenly became excited and said happily: "Now the imperial army has driven Ma Chao away and recaptured Chang'an!"

"I saw the imperial army a few days ago. It was really mighty. The armor was really impressive!"

The young man said with longing.

"And there is news that the emperor plans to move the capital back to Chang'an City. Now the people in Chang'an City are all happy."

"My father is going to buy a house in Chang'an City. When the time comes, the whole family will move in. It will definitely be the safest under the emperor's feet."

"Master, don't stay in this mountain when the time comes. Let's go to Chang'an City together. My father said he will also buy a house for you."

Zhang Zhongjing touched the top of the boy's head and smiled, "Thank your father for me, but there is no need to enter the city. I live well in this mountain."

For him, completing "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" is the top priority. The reason why he came to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion was because rare herbs in the outside world were everywhere here, which was conducive to his writing books.

"Okay."

The boy pouted and was a little unhappy.

Zhang Zhongjing wanted to say a few words of comfort when he saw this, but at this time, a group of birds suddenly flew away in the distant mountains and forests, and there were also bursts of footsteps.

Then, teams of soldiers wearing armor and fully armed emerged from the dense forest.

Zhang Zhongjing's face changed when he saw this. He protected the young man behind him, frowned and asked the soldiers: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He was very confused at this time. Why are there so many soldiers in the mountains?

The young man behind him widened his eyes after seeing these soldiers, and pulled Zhang Zhongjing's sleeve and said: "Master, Master, they are from the court!"

He had seen the army of the court, and the weapons and equipment of these soldiers were exactly the same as those of the army of the court!

"People from the court?"

Zhang Zhongjing was stunned when he heard this. Before he could react, he saw a burly and imposing general walked out of the crowd.

"I am Zhang Liao, the Duke of Duxiang. I am here by the order of His Majesty to invite Mr. Zhang to come out of the mountain!"

This general was Zhang Liao who stayed in Chang'an!

After receiving the urgent message from Yecheng, he immediately went to inquire about Zhang Zhongjing's whereabouts, and finally found his residence and came here according to the clues.

"Zhang Liao, the Marquis of Duxiang?"

Zhang Zhongjing was extremely surprised. He had heard of Zhang Liao's name, but the most important thing was the latter part of the sentence.

I came here on the orders of the emperor!

Zhang Liao said politely: "The emperor's concubine Zhen Guiren is seriously ill. His Majesty was recommended by the imperial physician Hua Tuo and ordered me to come and invite you to Yecheng."

"Sir, please."